What would you hear, Doc
If words came from me
If the end of this rope
Wasn’t tied to this tree
You say you trained
In the ways of the insane
You can tell us what’s
Going through our brains
We fought in your wars
For our country we’d die
Why treat us like children?
Why to us, do you lie
You tell us if we listen
We’ll be lead to the light
Taken from this darkness
To regain our clear sight
If we do what you tell us
A new person we’ll be
There’s no way we’d hang
Ourselves from this tree
Really you don’t know
You’re just playing around
The things you tell us
Won’t cut one of us down
So lie to yourself Doc about
All the blood on your hands
Then go report to your boss
You’ve done all you can